Kyla lay on the couch, hands above her head as he commanded. Her heart was painfully beating against her rib like it was about to burst in anticipation.
When Carlos appeared in dark trousers and a red shirt, Kyla almost whimpered.
Why is he dressed up when she'd literally seen him naked a moment ago?
Noticing her stares, he said. "I'm going to f**k you."
Why does that feel like a blow?
"Why not? You don't want to?"
He parted her legs and hovered over her, gripping her hands from above...
Cold handcuffs pressed against her wrists.
"Rather than f*****g, there are many other ways to pleasure a woman," he said, trailing his finger along her arm. "One of them you're to experience."
He leaned closer, and for a moment, she thought they were going to kiss, only to have a red fabric pressi
